Julie Garwood New Books Novels & Stories

Julie entered the bathroom in a hurry. She didn’t want to miss anything. Julie wanted Hugh Dawson, the artist, to see her as acceptable. Who’d been sweet enough to do her book covers for nothing but only for her mention that he’d created them for her? She mentioned every time he made the covers for her. With three books published, his name appeared on each cover as the cover’s creator, beneath her name as the author. Tonight, Hugh wanted to unveil publicly the cover of her fourth book for her to thank her for the exposure of her books gave his work. Rising Tides and Passions Voyage, was her latest novel, a second chance romance of two single people on a couple’s cruise. Julie was nervous he’

says Baruz. “They are watching everyone, as always,” the werewolf leader says, getting into a tinted jeep. The car took off. In the depths of the forest, veiled eyes carefully watched the departing machines. With a snort, the dark figure took off and sped away into the woods. Julia closed the thick book and, with a disappointed face, carried it back to the shelf. “I spent so much time on this stupid little book, but there is nothing useful in it,” she thought to herself. Julia walks past Dook, who is sitting in a chair. He stares off into nowhere as if in a trance, clutching a brand new book.

As I make my way out the door, I stuff them all inside of my backpack. The library is pretty empty at this time of evening since everyone is either out of class or at work. I’m stepping out of Creighton’s office when I spot Jules. Stopping near a shelf, I observe as she slides her fingers over the spines of a couple of books. My eyes glide appraisingly across her body as I take in her cutoff shorts and tye-die crop sweater. Her silky multi-colored hair is strewn loosely around her shoulders, and she’s wearing combat boots.

Moving into our new apartment is supposed to be a serious logistical operation, but with Julie around, it always turns into a competitive sport of playful banter and distraction. ”Aiden, those are my important books, those are my psychological thrillers and advanced statistics journals!” Julie retorts, popping up from behind her desk like an adorable, chaotic badger. She brandishes a roll of packing tape at me. ”They are structural supports for the entire foundation of my future career. Lift with your legs, Wolf-Boy. You’re supposed to have super strength!” ”Super strength doesn't protect my lower back from the weight of human academic ambition” I rumble, flashing her a grin as I tape up the

Julie began as she pulled into a parking spot, “you’re a strong woman. With time, you’ll find your way. Just remember, you’re not alone.” She stepped out of the car, and it immediately enveloped me in the familiar scent of books and the aromatic smell of coffee. Julie led the way into the renovated book club. The space was transformed; it felt inviting and warm. While it kept the charm of the wooden interior, new elegant furnishings made it look vibrant. As I remember, the library section had expanded, with more seating arrangements, and the ambiance was comforting.

The next moment Julie rounds the corner, her head popping into the open doorway. "Oh, hi boys! I'm so glad you found the place. Come on in." She says excitedly, ushering us into her home. Her husband watches us for a moment as she takes the food from Everett. "You guys read these books?" He asks and I shrug. "We heard it could help us out with the ladies." I say and he grunts at me before opening his mouth to clearly disagree with me. "Maybe you should read a book or two." Julie says, giving her a husband a glare. He looks at her reproachfully before responding.

Jodie The morning sun spills through the wide glass windows of my private design studio inside MoonCrown, washing over the drawing boards, fabric swatches, and piles of printed pages scattered across my desk. I sit back in my oversized leather chair, rubbing the small of my back as I tilt my head to study the heavy stack of paper resting in front of me. It is the early script draft for the movie adaptation of my first bestseller, written under my pen name Willow Reed.

“It can be boring. I’ll take boring.” “Then here’s a fact.” Julie turned fully to face him with the expression of someone about to deliver a verdict. “I am a woman who finished writing a six-hundred page novel in four months while also holding a part-time job and helping my best friend navigate a fake—” She stopped. Cleared her throat. “A very complicated personal situation. I do not have the patience or the interest for whatever this is.” She gestured between herself and him. “So. Move.” Julius looked at her for a moment.

Happy New Month to each and every one of you. I invite you to check out my other book, "Bound by Fate: Mated to the Enemy." It's currently undergoing revision, and I hope you'll give it the same love and attention you've shown "Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing." Once again, I can't express how much I appreciate your support. With love, Jennifer Reginald

Even the garden had guards near the gates. But the library felt… neutral. Large windows faced the back lawn, sunlight spilling across a long wooden table in the center of the room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, dark shelves filled with titles about finance, politics, history, and business strategies. Not exactly light reading. I ran my fingers along the spine of one thick book and pulled it out. “Corporate Acquisition Strategy.” I snorted quietly. “Of course.” Julian’s taste in books was exactly what I expected.